Noah
“Did you peek in your suitcase?” I ask her already knowing the answer.
“Why do you ask?” She asks blankly. Too blankly.
“Because I had a band on that zipper to know if you moved it.” I ask her folding my arms.
"I tried but you interrupted me." She admits begrudgingly.
"I promised to tell you where we are headed didn't I?" I love to give her a hard time.
"You did but I know you. I'll get an answer of "a hotel" or something similar." She makes a knowing face at me.
"Convince me to tell you then." I was planning to tell her the place. She'll hear it at the airport anyway. She walks over and puts her hands on my chest gauging my face warily. Hate to tell her, I have a damn good poker face. She slowly slides them up and over my shoulders to lock them around my neck. Those fingers sp
